panda: portrait of the artist as a young panda, Pandas as property owners –
maybe the dream fairy had mistaken my daydreams of bamboo forest with some
city-dwelling human. I was once told that everyone is your dream was a part
of you.
dev atma: Their glimmering revolutions and, These words are not Written but
collected
said helian: To the lake Awake! Awake!, Is cannibalizing It's own heart, A
bright beating alarm
jason: This traincar, this overnight dash — bullets of sea water, Here you
take it, it’s all I have left
jessica: it’s gniyzzid keeping up with you, love was the color that sung
the eyes
brooke: Lapis lazuli, Azure, Ocean eyes. Can you see, Holy holy holy bowing
9 times
mackenzie: poetry is letters too

tupelo press poets

+favorite lines!
Lanette Cadle Will we pin adventure firmly to the page?
Morgan Eklund The mad moon recalls your story.
Henry FinchAt the end of every field theory there is a field. Initiations
never manifest. Have you ever?
Jason Gray The hum in the background was me.
Dina Hardy Sometimes the world is read wrong. Like,
writing on the ocean, as much erasure, too.
Joan Leotta Most of the time I floated
Marco Maisto draw me skinnier on Sunday
Matthew Thorburn If you want to eat
sweet corn, I can’t wait
to tell my son someday,
you have to eat it
like a typewriter,